late night parties
driving after curfew,
Not a care in the world
Outfits, makeup
Dates, shopping
No, not me
I wasn't the teenage dream..
Solitude, anxious
Turned to the world
Breaking the rule once more,
Just to have a chance of friendship
And there, with open arms,
I met my forever friends
Oh, but once I'm out of,
out of my house
Dragged to the space in trapped in
people my age, they,
They have their friends right there
In front of them, happily
And I stare in jealousy
I know, I know it's bad
But I'd do anything,
trade my soul if I could,
To see my friends in front of me, too..
Prom, I forget it exists
A normal day to me
Cry into my pillow
I live the experience in my head
Theoretically, at least..
No outfit shopping, no makeup to do with a friend
No flowers to give someone
Classic teenage memories
I don't and won't have.
Turn to my angels
My version of the teenage dream
There, it blossomed
Friends, my happiness sprouted
Late night conversations
Video games, oh,
They may be far from me
But they feel as if they're right here with me..
Going to a friend's house
Making plans
Double dates
Activities and events,
the whole group
They excitedly talk
I listen, I'm envious
But, I'm used to it
I listen as they don't see,
See my existence
I'm already a ghost here.
Chaotic messages
Group video calls
Telling about our,
Our imperfect, fragmented lives
Yet we're still here
Trying to make the best out of it..
Matching profile pictures
Video games become our get-togethers
My teenage dream,
not the one I thought I would have
Not the one my parents will accept,
Nor will they want; tried to erased it
But I adore my teenage dream
And I fight everyday to keep it
My angels, around the world
Crying, laughing, crashing out
I have them, they have me
No, I wouldn't trade this
Even if I had a choice for another path
I get looked down upon
Simply for this not being what others expect
I ignore them, the sullen objections
These memories, my friends, my love for them
I carry in my heart; try to stay for them..
This is my teenage dream.